Selected Poems and Ballads of Paul Fort

Paperback | January 11, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1921. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... an ell behind. "Tis but a gleaming ray from the rising moon inclined. In this calm solitude shall I awaken, pray, couched in the heart of the roses, the gardener's donkey grey? vra. But in morning's roseate glow what thing do I forget? 'Mid the blossom-sweetened air, I forget my amorous pain. And I sing, and sing again, the Seine with silver set and its isles and its strong chateau. "A tower is wrecked and blocks a moat with its debris. Ladders!--the standard fair, wrought with the fleur-de-lys!' Richard with one black arm has seized the standard now. On the lilies shall be laid thy blushing cheeks, Alix, Flower of France, when the King implants a kiss on thy charming brow.--May this little winged song, with form indefinite, in the selfsame guise have power to my false love to fare; although, in truth, 'twas made that she might slumber there. Three verses shouted high are by Bertrand de Born. The others are by me: few merits these adorn. Would you have one's judgment cold when love has said good-bye? Is a broken heart the sphere of subtle reasoning? Did you do better here, Coeur-de-Lion bold, Richard, 0 my King? If so--0 troubadour--my inspiration be since in your chateau all the world abandons me. Extracts from IN ANDELYS. PRAYER TO THE GREAT NORMAN WATER-SPRITES TO OBTAIN FROM THEM A FAVORABLE RECEPTION. Great spirits of the Seine, in clear light flowing on, pliantly mirroring Andelys and Rouen, of the Seine where apples rare their reddening globes may scan and Bouilhet and Flaubert and Corneille and Poussin, welcome without a sneer my country mien. I'm one, like you, not overprone to guzzling ale and beer. Do my friends in Bacchic glee--La Fontaine and Racine--drink naught but Castaly and naught but Hippocrene? no, red wine! A drop I toss of water of Jouvence...